Posted on 03/24/2020 9:36:36 AM PDT by Rebelbase
Shannon killed a vole. #WayToCat
I took it away from her before she could eat half of it and throw up.
I transpose letters and numbers every day, almost every time I type something, or go to write letters. It’s distracting to say the least and frustrating at best. The worst is when I look at what I’ve typed, even while typing it, and find it looks nothing like what was in my mind.
:o|
It usually happens to me when I need to cut my fingernails, but I don’t, right now.
Shannon is obviously not used to food au naturel.
I just finished in the bedroom, which means the pile to go to the thrift store just grew exponentially and has to be taken out to the truck before I break my fool neck!
The bedroom closet I had in Henderson took up one entire wall, and when I moved here, the closet is about a third that size. The linen closet was HUGH and here, it’s a cubby hole. Now, I think I’ll work on the linen closet and see what else I can get rid of. ;o]
Shannon likes to kill, but she’s always had a rather dicey digestive system.
I type faster than I can control. Common. But it’s OK. If I can catch the mistakes and correct them, good. Otherwise, welcome to the life of a PWC. (Person With CFIDS.)
Cheated Death Again: STOP Before You Turn Left in Front of an Oncoming Car!
Oh, yikes!
See? I’m too old to even think about that stuff, these days. The little Cringies inside me are trying very hard to get out!
Any landing you walk away from is a good landing, as my mother says. Pat and I took some deep breaths and reminded ourselves that we’d evaded disaster.
I think his mind wandered at a really bad time.
Pat will learn to focus a little better each time he has a “near-hit.” He’s trying and that’s a good sign. Favorite Daughter didn’t even want to try and yet, was assigned to the motor pool in Naples, Italy! There is hope for Pat!
I hope you all have a very good evening. :o]
We’re supposed to have “torrential rain” tomorrow, oh, joy.
No clue on our forecast, but Admiral Fitzroy is not looking good. Neither is the barometer.
We can use the rain, but it’s irritating that it has to be torrential. Maybe the forecast will be wrong!
I tried to find when our last rainfall was and I was singularly unable to. I did find out that we get less than 2” of rain a year here, and that is an inch less than Vegas.
Cabot, on the other hand, gets somewhere in the neighborhood of almost 2” a month. How fun for me and my arthritic joints...
Still the move has to be made because I’m not getting any younger and definitely not any better. Now I’m going to update my journal and try to sleep again.
“I want a shed, too.”
Pick a size. Pick a style.
Download a plan, and go to town.
That IS a stroke of genius.
If they wanna keep watching, they can’t bark.
If they wanna bark, they can’t keep watching.
I’d love one of those.
Spruce it up and drop a modern 6.2L LT1 power plant in it.
Go like a scalded cat...
Little black floof is ready for All Hallows Eve!
Good morning.
Insomnia is probably a killer, but since I don’t know that for sure, I’m still alive.
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